I came home to a man curled atop the roof of his car, my Rottweiler scratching at the windows.
“Duke!” He trotted to me, tongue hanging, tail wagging.
“How’d you?” I looked up to my husband’s wide grin behind the screen door.
I came home to a man curled atop the roof of his car, my Rottweiler scratching at the windows.
“Duke!” He trotted to me, tongue hanging, tail wagging.
“How’d you?” I looked up to my husband’s wide grin behind the screen door.
I guess the protagonist doesn’t get a lot of Girl Scout cookies, either…
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Haha! Maybe the girls will toss the dog some Caramel Delights while they make their escape 😉
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Lol. I would love to do that! But my dog isn’t that well trained, darn it!
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Neither is mine. He’s more of an “I’ll acknowledge you when I’ve finished this meal” kind of dog. 😉
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Oh no! I wish I could keep unwanted visitors from my door. Time to get a dog?
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Or a sign that says “Beware, Dog.” Maybe they’ll think twice before stepping into your yard. 😉
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